Saturday, August 27, 2011

Raymore Drive: The Street that Disappeared


 Since I'm getting a huge number of hits for this story I originally posted in January of 2009, I thought I'd repost it. 

 During the night of October 15, 1954 Hurricane Hazel pelted Toronto with rain and killed 81 people.

Toronto residents were getting used to rain and wind. It had been raining heavily for a few days and the ground was sodden. Although the previous day’s news had included information about a hurricane named Hazel moving northward across the United States, most residents were unworried.

Hurricanes usually died-out before reaching as far inland as Toronto and the local weather office issued only a mild warning about the storm. Residents of Toronto carried on with their lives as usual, spending the rainy night at home.

But Hazel did not die out. Instead, the storm combined with a heavy, rainy weather that was moving east across the prairies. Here the storm picked up extra moisture and zigzagged crazily across the continent, making it the most erratic hurricane in history.

Three hundred million tons of water fell as Hurricane Hazel swept through Toronto. During the day and night of October 15, some areas of the city received a record amount of rain: eight inches (that’s wider than this page) or one hundred eighty millimetres fell in twenty-four hours. This rainfall, added to the already soaked ground, caused the most severe flooding recorded in Canadian history.

By the time the rains stopped, 81 people had lost their lives to the flooding. Many people were stranded as highways and bridges around the Toronto area washed out. Traffic was completely blocked for days.
The most dramatic results of the storm occurred along the Humber River and Etobicoke Creek, in Toronto's west-end. On one street alone, Raymore Drive, 35 neighbours were drowned.

Raymore Drive was a pleasant suburban street of one and two-storey cottages nestled along the river. Although the river often flooded in the springtime, there had never been a fall flood. But during Hurricane Hazel everything changed.

Water moved down the Humber River with such force that several bridges were torn from their moorings. These bridges dammed the normal flow of water and diverted the river across the floodplain close to Raymore Drive.

The floodwaters tore some houses from their pillars and swirled ever-higher around those with basements already filled with water. An eyewitness, recalls,"the homes were literally lifted off their foundations and swept away. You could hear the people screaming. Many of them were standing on top of roofs. In many cases the screaming just stopped; the homes just disintegrated, and that was the end of it."

The problem with Raymore Drive was that the houses had been built on a floodplain. The floodplain is flat low-lying land next to a river that sometimes experiences floods. Although some of the residents had seen some flooding, many didn't understand how much danger they were in.

They were faced with a split-second decision to climb onto their roofs or stay indoors. For the residents of Raymore Drive that night, that choice made an incredible difference. Thirty-two people lost their lives on their street and sixty families were left homeless.

In an effort never to repeat this tragedy, the city of Toronto turned most of its floodplain land into parks.

Friday, August 26, 2011

The Best Prime Minister Canada Never Had


Jack Layton, leader of Canada's New Democratic Party and leader of the official opposition succumbed to cancer early Monday morning.

On May 2 he brought about an incredible victory for Canada's social-democratic party turning the 4th place party into a 2nd place one, leaping from 37 seats to 102.

Jack Layton came from a political family worthy of a Can-lit novel. Layton's great-granduncle William Steeves was a Father of (Canadian) Confederation. His great-grandfather was a blind organist who founded Montreal's Association for the Blind. Philip Layton was also the senior partner in Layton Brother's Pianos. He composed The Dominion March which played on the carillon during Jack's lying-in-state in Ottawa. Jack's grandfather Gilbert Layton was a cabinet member in Duplessis' Unione Nationale government, who split with the party during the Conscription crisis. Jack's own dad Robert, once a Liberal, was a Conservative cabinet minister in the 1980s.

Raised in Hudson, Quebec, his high school year book predicted he would become a politician. Jack studied Political Science at Montreal's McGill. In his early 30s, while working as a professor at Toronto's Ryerson University, "Dr" Jack Layton received his PhD in Poli-Sci  from York University.  Before he went on to become a Toronto Councillor in 1982, some of my friends had him as a prof in Social Work.

In 1985 after his 14 year marriage had dissolved, Jack Layton met the love of his life, Olivia Chow. The two have been inseparable since they first met. They both served as Councillors at Toronto's City Hall and once Jack became NDP Party Leader, Olivia struggled and won a seat as a Member of Parliament.

Jack Layton was always present at whatever demonstration I was at. Whether it was No-Nukes or Pro-Choice, Jack was always there, with his bike on one side and his girlfriend Olivia on the other. Jack and Olivia were married in 1988 on Toronto's Algonquin Island, where Olivia arrived on a balloon-festooned barge from the mainland.


Jack Layton was always involved in social justice issues. While a Toronto Councillor Jack was one of the first advocates for the rights of AIDS patients. He founded the White Ribbon campaign,  now an international effort organized by men and boys to end violence towards women, which has spread to about 100 countries world-wide.

An amazing array of chalk-written tributes at Toronto's City Hall. Photo Jackman Chiu via Flickr

The Eco-friendly Layton was a huge cycling advocate and the bike lanes and bike racks around Toronto sprung up because of his activism. He was a proponent of "deep lake water cooling" and today my husband's office tower is cooled from water deep in Lake Ontario. Jack's own house is an environmental marvel - his electrical consumption meter actually goes in reverse as it gives back to the grid. Here's a Rick Mercer clip of his cool house.



Jack and Olivia and Olivia's mother lived in a 120-year old semi-detached house in downtown Toronto, where the University of Toronto meets Chinatown. I can just see their semi-detached from the streetcar as I go by. His number was in the phone book and my brother phoned their number to pass on a "Get Well Soon" message. Although he reached a recorded Olivia, stating that they spent most of their time in Ottawa these days, he was invited to leave a message.

I can't possibly remember everything that Jack Layton's done for Canada or Toronto. He was a principled man who really wanted Canada to be a better place for Canadians. He was an advocate for aboriginal issues. He lobbied for a Pride Day in Toronto and his advocacy for same-sex marriage is a feather in Canada's social equity cap. "Do unto others as you would have them to unto you"  - I think the Golden Rule was part of Jack's philosophy. He showed us that Canadians could be a community of equals.

Keep on Rockin' in the Free World, Jack.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Grow - Leadwort "Blue Plumbago"

This spreading ground-cover is about to bloom in my garden and about time too. It's half-past August and the flowers arrive on Leadwort "Blue Plumbago" in the late summer. It has lovely deep blue flowers and it's foliage (FOL-I-AGE, not foilage) turns a reddish bronze in the fall. It takes a long time to come into its own in the spring and I almost chucked it.I'm glad I didn't. I bought about $200-worth of plants at this time last year - coral bells, false indigo, lantana - all-professing to be perennial. This Leadwort is the only one that hasn't let me down.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Eat - Pear and Prosciutto Pizza

picture thanks to hungrynovelist.wordpress.com
It was called the C't Mang and they offered it at Terroni, Toronto's duo of traditional southern Italian restaurants. I was disappointed to see they weren't serving it any longer. The sweet and savory C't Mang is easy enough to replicate at home. It's a white pizza with mozzarella, prosciutto, thin slices of pear, gorgonzola, walnuts and a drizzle off honey. Throw the ingredients artfully on some prepared pizza dough and bake for about 25 minutes at around 400 degrees. Slice of this pizza make a really interesting appetizer when you're having people over.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Go - Stephen Bulger Gallery

Ruth Orkin
“I’m totally contained. I’m self-assured. I own the street. I’m walking in total confidence. I’m not in the least flustered or bothered or apprehensive.” That's what Ninalee Craig says. Although most would say her eyes betray a fear. But Ninalee Craig should know - 60 years ago she was known as Jinx Allen, the subject for Ruth Orkin's An American Girl in Italy.

Fernando Morales for the Globe and Mail
Ninalee Allen now lives in Toronto. In a recent Globe and Mail article she relays her feelings about Italy and her feelings towards the picture.

The Stephen Bulger Gallery in Toronto is presenting an exhibition of Ruth Orkin's work. Visitors can study Orkin's contact sheets and she how the Jinx Allen image fits in with other images of the celebrated American girl shopping, haggling, laughing about her oversized lira, and riding side-saddle on a scooter. Jinx Allen ran the gauntlet twice past the 15 mostly unemployed Italian men on August 22, 1951 to achieve the picture.

The exhibition, Ruth Orkin, American Girl in Italy- 60th Anniversary is at the Stephen Bulger Gallery, 1026 Queen Street W., Toronto, until Saturday at 6 pm, August 26th.  I'd better hop on my scooter and get going!


with files from John Allemang/The Globe and Mail.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Partridge -no Pear Tree

This is what was sitting on my fence Monday afternoon, just under the willow tree. It's a red-legged or chukar partridge. You know how fast things enter one's mind. At first I thought it was a run-away guinea fowl from the nearby High Park zoo. Then I thought it was a freakishly big mourning dove. Then I thought it was a quail.

It was still for a long time; at least 5 minutes. Maybe it was mesmerized by the barn owl I had painted.

Anyway Jersey yipped, the bird yeeped and flew away wheek, wheek into the neighbour's garden.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

French Tip Tippi

Now here's a piece of modern cultural anthropology. Do you know who was the catalyst for the emergence of the Asian mani-pedi salons throughout North America? If you recognize the Hitchcock blonde from the picture above you'll know it was Tippi Hedren. Yes, Tippi Hedren, star of The Birds and Marnie, and the mother of Melanie Griffith,  is responsible for the spread of the nail-salons.

In 1975, Tippi Hedren was drawn by the plight of the Vietnamese boat people housed in the tent village of Hope City on the US West Coast. While visiting the relocation centre to see how she could help, the Vietnamese women were fascinated by Hedren's well-manicured nails. Next visit, she flew in her manicurist to teach the women the tools of the trade. Hedren's manicurist worked with a local beauty school to help the Vietnamese women find jobs. Twenty women, once teachers, government workers and business owners learned the trade. And an industry was born.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

On Order

I've ordered these dresses from the English company Boden. Their stuff is just quirky enough for me and it fits. It's so nice to be able to order a 16 or an 18 and still look fashionably smart and interesting. I've decided to order them now and not wait for the sale. Boden's fabric has a certain quality to it that I'm just not seeing at the "mall", and independent boutiques never carry my size (I'm top-heavy). I get many compliments on the dresses and tunics I've bought from them before so I have a good feeling about these two lovelies. When I was wearing a similar cord dress in Paris last autumn, someone chased me down thinking I was a friend. Nice to be mistaken for a Parisian.
I ordered this dress in purple.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Denial is not just a river in Egypt

Contrary to popular belief,  Americans are among the least-taxed citizens in the wealthy world. At the centre of the debt ceiling crisis lies the American antipathy toward taxation. Born free, taxed to death - I think not. Denmark has the highest tax in the developed world at 48.2% of GDP. Canada (or the Socialist Republic of Canuckistan) sits at 31.1%. The US sits at 24% tucked away between Turkey and Chile. Mexico bottoms the list at 17.5%.

But you don't have to believe me. Visit Barrie McKenna's article from the Globe and Mail. http://www.theglobeandmail.com/report-on-business/international-news/us/us-in-state-of-denial-over-taxes/article2114872/page1/